My stomach rumbles so loudly both Gemma and Jack stop what they’re doing and look at me. “I may have forgotten to eat today.” I dig my phone out from under a teetering stack of grammar quizzes. “What shall we order?”

Jack fiddles with the espresso machine, pushing a bunch of buttons until dark liquid gold starts to pour out. “Why don’t you let me go pick something up for you guys?”

Gemma pauses her intense scribbling to shoot me a look out of the corner of her eye.

“Thanks, Jack, but you don’t have to do that. I can get delivery.” I open up Postmates and see what’s around.

He dumps the brewed espresso in a tall glass with ice, adding vanilla flavoring and milk before setting it in front of me. “I don’t mind. I actually need an excuse to get out of the house for a minute. Gemma, can I make you some coffee?”

“A plain iced latte would be great, thank you.” Gemma bestows a sugar-sweet smile upon Jack, while at the same time kicking me so hard under the table I’m going to have a bruise tomorrow.

“What the fuck is your problem?” I mutter under my breath.

She gives me a look. A we-are-so-going-to-be-talking-about-this-the-moment-he-walks-out-the-door look.

Jack brings over Gemma’s coffee. “You guys good with sushi?”

We both nod.

“Great. Sadie, you wanna just text me what you guys like, and I’ll run out and pick something up?” He shoves his hands in his pockets and it creates this low-key adorable-awkward effect.

“Sounds good.”

“See you in a few.” He gives us one of his signature half waves before grabbing his keys and heading out the front door.

Gemma stares at me for a solid minute, essays and quizzes totally forgotten. “He is in love with you.”

I roll my eyes and take a long sip of my homemade iced vanilla latte. “Don’t be ridiculous. The man isn’t used to living with a woman or having friends or leaving the house, so his behaviors come across as baffling, but really, he just doesn’t know any better.”

“Sadie. The man just made us lattes and is now going out to pick up dinner. And he just, like, offered to go do it. We didn’t even have to ask.” She nudges me with her elbow. “At the very least, he wants to bang you.”